Hana bites her lower lip hard enough that it turns white from the effort, trying not to respond in kind. But as you squeeze her tighter and whisper "Do you like that?" into her ear, she can't help but nod slightly. Her hips rock forward against yours instinctively, seeking out more contact where there is none.

Her face flushes even deeper now, embarrassment mixing with arousal as she realizes just how easily she's been affected by this.

The feel of your hand on her lower stomach makes Hana gasp, and her hips thrust forward harder against yours in response. Her fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as she tries to steady herself, fighting back the intense sensations that course through her body. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers out between ragged breaths, "I shouldn't be... doing this..."

Her voice trails off, and for a moment it seems like she might pull away from you.